DISCLAIMER: All LOTR shaznack owned by Tolkien, not me. Rated 'R' for suicide/rape plot devices and angsty stuffs. Language is.. tempered, don't worry about this. `` means elvish, --- signals a song or something, [words] mean thinking. Read and REVIEW. Thanks... and don't forget to Enjoy.
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Aragorn walked out into the open courtyard, and looked upon the dwindling old tree of Gondor. Once, it stood tall and proud, shining in the sunlight and radiating beauty; yet now, it sagged in the breeze, and creaked. The wood was sickly-colored, almost livid, and all the leaves were a mossy-green turning brown. Gondor: future kingdom of Aragorn; a powerful, strong, and vast country. Minas Tirith: his future home, and a capital that to him, was seemingly falling. Morning's unrelenting orange sunlight filled the area around him, and seemed to take kindly to the frail wood of the tree, basking it in a glowing light. Pride and hope shined inside the capital yet, and the worse of battles was yet to come. A darkling sky threatened them from the South in Mordor, but shadow and threat do not have quite as much affect on a strong man's mind compared to that of action.
Thoughts that were of discreet pleasure and immense wonder and worry plagued the mind of the Heir of Isildur. He remembered the lingering touch of Legolas all about him, and the pleasure he took that night. If it meant anything, or if it were to be true, Aragorn did not know. The Elf seemed to avoid him almost, and this unnerved the man. Planning to confront him again, Aragorn sat, lost in thought, fighting a smile off his face as he remembered events from two nights previous. Another image came into his mind, as if flashed to him from an Oracle. Someone crying. Blood. A face screwed up in pain and angst. Sorrow. Death and shadow. A foreboding feeling of loss struck him, as he recollected the main reason why the came to Gondor: the War. Sauron would surely strike any day now. His thoughts flew to battle, war.. combat. Once again, he would wear armor the glinted in the sunlight. Again would he charge head on at an enemy and...
"Aragorn!" cried out a melodic voice, which was that of Merry's. "There's breakfast ready, if you'd like some!" The voice tuned out, and went away, along with the man's train of thought. Pondering whether or not to remain in the courtyard, a sharp decision was made when a deep growl sounded from Aragorn's stomach. Hunger won the argument, and he began to head into the dining hall. As he walked in, someone was walking out. Taking no notice of who it was, nor bothering to greet the one ahead of him, he walked on. However, when he did pass the person, his sight slipped to the side, to get a glimpse of who it was: Torrent. Stormy grey eyes met vivid emerald ones, and the world seemed to freeze all around, taking them with it. In a brief moment, without any words, emotions swept across from one to another. Abandonment. Hate. Resentment. Pride. Malice. Rivalry. Empowerment. The world unfroze, and the two moved again, taking no notice of the mixed hatred between the two. The further they walk, the more that a small emotion grew. Hope.
Whence he came inside, Aragorn found that the hobbits had already began to eat, and were talking amongst themselves. He stared down at his plate and moved around the food on it. Not feeling as if he should eat or not, another growl sounds from his abdomen, and sets his mind straight again. Out of the corner of his eye, the sight of Legolas passes by. The pleasingly beautiful Elf sits across from him, with a dour expression stares at a goblet of wine. Legolas pulls the goblet towards him with both hands and stares into the burgundy liquid. He traces his reflection with his deep blue eyes, and imagines that all his problems could be washed away and held in this goblet. Not wishing to look upon such a piteous face any longer, the Elf kicks back the goblet, and takes a swig of it. From below his bowed head, Aragorn snatches looks at the enticing blonde archer every now and then, hoping to catch him looking back at him. [Quite foolish,] thought he, [Yet, I have no other way to communicate with him.] The Elf stands up and lightly stretches before taking one last swig of the wine and heading off. He swiftly and gracefully walks out of the room, flaxen-golden hair streaming behind him.
Coveting something Aragorn knew quite well would never be his, he followed the archer silently a minute or so after he arose from his seat infront of him. [I shall follow him for a day,] thought Aragorn. [Just to see what he does.] The man's lust after the elf was rather 'ever-changing.' Some days he felt as if the elf belonged to him: body and mind; others, he simply lusted after him wishing he could own the empyrean-like being. Knowing well enough to keep his distance, Aragorn backed-off from Legolas and kept a good amount of space between him. Following an elf is tricky, but Aragorn grew up around elves his whole life: he knew how they operated.
Legolas seemed to wander around aimlessly, as if he wasn't doing anything in paticular. He'd walk through the halls of the building, seemingly alone, humming a light tune, or he'd wander about outside in the courtyard. Aragorn almost lost him once or twice as he ducked behind an alleyway every now and then, but managed to keep up. The game, however, did not last long. Legolas stopped and stood quite still infront of the tree of Gondor around noon-time, turned, and spoke to Aragorn.
"I know you have been following me Aragorn. 'Tis quite amusing to see you think you had me fooled."
"That's not fair. I'm not an elf."
"That's the way it always is though. By the way, Aragorn. Why are you following me?"
A thoughtful look passed by the mans face. Suspicion sparked in the azure eyes of the elf, as he intently watched Aragorn while he tried to make a firm statement. "Out of sheer curiosity, Legolas."
"Then why not follow Torrent."
"And have her kill me? I'd rather have a legion of Orcs coming at me, Legolas. That woman wants to kill me."
Legolas walked forward a few steps, and put his hand on his friends shoulder. Aragorn shuddered slightly. The enticing elf sighed lightly, and stared again into Aragorn's nervous grey eyes. "Does she?" With that, the blonde archer walked off back inside the building, leaving Aragorn to think alone in the court. Passing by Elesen, Legolas recieved a cold look. Ignoring it, he walked on. The elf scaled winding stairs up to a second story filled with rooms, and made his way down the long hall looking for his. One room had it's door slightly ajar, and light seeped out through the hole and spilled onto the strip of red carpet upon a stone floor beneath the elf. From curiosity, he pushed the door open and peered in. He saw a woman with her back facing towards him holding a Black-Eyed Susan standing alone on a sun-soaked terrace. The figure turned and looked at him.
``Hello, Legolas. How are you?``
``H-hello, Torrent. I am quite fine, thanks...``
``Do come in,`` said she, as she sat atop the stone railing on the edge of the terrace, still holding the flower. Legolas walked in a bit hesitantly, and shut the door behind him. Unbeknownst to him, someone had followed up after him when he climbed the stairs. This person now listened at the door. Legolas tried to make his face a bit more flaccid, like hers: carefree. [Is she faking that slight smile just to be polite?] thought he. ``So, how long did you spy on me from my doorway?`` asked she, teasingly, as a smile played at her face.
``I was not there long at all. I merely peered in to see what room this was, for so much sunlight filled it,`` Legolas said 'matter-of-factly' as he walked across the room and stood next to her.
``You seem troubled around me..``
``How could you tell?`` he muttered.
``What?``
``Nothing. Look.. About the other day, I just---`` she placed her hand over his mouth.
``Just do not speak of it. I guess I over reacted... Yet within good reason!``
``Trying to make me feel guilty?``
``Maybe..`` a grin replaced the blank expression on Torrent's face. She twirled the flower between the fore and middle finger of her left hand, and drummed the fingers of her right hand against the railing she sat apon.
``Where did you get that from?``
She looked down at the flower and brought it up to her face. ``Elesen.``
``What? When?``
``After we came back yesterday, I found it on my bed over wonder. I figured it was from him.`` Meanwhile, Elesen had been listening in on their conversation, or at least was trying to, for he knew no elvish. Aragorn had just turned the corner and saw Elesen standing 'suggestively' next to the door.
{Hallway.}
"What are you doing Elesen?" asked the man.
"Shhh!!" was his reply.
"What?" asked Aragorn in a low whisper.
"They're talking.."
"Who?"
"Who do you think: listen!"
{Room.}
``Why did he get you a flower?`` It was the clear voice of Legolas.
``Perhaps, to raise my spirits, Legolas,`` And that was plainly the voice of Torrent.
{Hallway.}
"What are they doing in there, Elesen?" whispered Aragorn.
"I don't know and I wouldn't for I do not speak elvish, sire," Elesen replied curtly.
"Well, they're talking about a flower, and raising spirits."
"Oh... You speak it. Quick, translate it!" Elesen pressed his ear to the door.
"Hey! Move it, Elesen; you're not the one that needs to hear," said Aragorn while trying to move Elesen's erect body away from the door.
"Ow---" The two looked at eachother and made a 'shh' sound.
{Back in the room.}
Torrent grew silent, and her brow furrowed. She leaned over to a nervous Legolas, and spoke so that only he could hear. ``What was that?``
``What w---`` she cut him off by placing her hand over his mouth, and mouthed the word 'quiet.' ``What was what?`` he whispered. On silent feet, the two walked to the door, and listened on the other side. By this time, Merry and Pippin had come up the hallway, and were talking quite loudly. When the noise stopped and seemed right at the door and another 'shh' sound was heard, Torrent grew suspicious.
{Hallway.}
"Quiet you two. We're trying to listen!" whispered Elesen to the two hobbits.
"Who's in there, Elesen?" queired Merry. Pippin nodded eagerly.
"Legolas and Torrent."
"And why are we listening in?" Pippin asked.
"Technically we're not, but Aragorn is. They're using elvish," replied Elesen. Aragorn silenced them and they listened again. Pippin and Merry were quite curious as to why they were doing this, but figured they could get a laugh or two, so they didn't question them any further.
{Room.}
The two walked back to where they were, and Torrent schemed up something. ``I have an idea,`` she whispered. ``Play along.`` A curious, yet interested smile grew on Legolas' face, as he waited for her to begin, so he could follow.
"Legolas, I do not know what you speak of!"
"Come now! Surely you do. You know exactly what I meant," said Legolas, thinking of what to say next.
"Yet, in Gondor? How could you speak of such acts... Think of our mission. Think of what may come!"
"It does not matter. I cannot be held back any longer."
"Ah! Do not advance towards me! Let me go, Legolas Greenleaf," Torrent said in a distressed voice. In truth the two did not even touch--- they merely sat next to one another, staring at the door, wondering what their companions faces looked like. Legolas took Torrent by the hand and briskly walked her to the side of the bed. He threw himself down on it, and signaled her to do the same. The two had to stifle laughs. This was a bit amusing for them. Legolas began to run his hands along the sheets, ruffling them as if they were struggling on them.
"Stop resisting, Torrent!"
"Get off me, Legolas!"
"Let us have some fun, shall we?"
{Hallway.}
"What are the DOING?!" Merry whispered loudly to Pippin.
"What do you think, Merry?" Pippin said with a grin, as he heard what sounded like moans of pleasure from the next room.
"Aragorn... Think we should intervene?"
"No, not just yet."
"But Aragorn! He's---"
"Shhh..."
{Room.}
The two elves turned red from trying not to laugh, for this was quite embarassing to do freely, without any real action. Legolas' eyes were burning with tears from holding back laughter, as he threw himself against the bed again. "You can't escape my grasp, Wind."
"Nay, and why would I want to?" Torrent fake-moaned, and Legolas rustled the bedsheets again. Tempted by the sound, Legolas leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her warm lips. Not expecting her to respond he began to pull away, when a slight whimper escaped her mouth. Smiling evilly, Legolas repeated the action, but made it a bit deeper.
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to be continued.. er... later. it's tomorrow again. heh. ^_^ ''
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Aragorn walked out into the open courtyard, and looked upon the dwindling old tree of Gondor. Once, it stood tall and proud, shining in the sunlight and radiating beauty; yet now, it sagged in the breeze, and creaked. The wood was sickly-colored, almost livid, and all the leaves were a mossy-green turning brown. Gondor: future kingdom of Aragorn; a powerful, strong, and vast country. Minas Tirith: his future home, and a capital that to him, was seemingly falling. Morning's unrelenting orange sunlight filled the area around him, and seemed to take kindly to the frail wood of the tree, basking it in a glowing light. Pride and hope shined inside the capital yet, and the worse of battles was yet to come. A darkling sky threatened them from the South in Mordor, but shadow and threat do not have quite as much affect on a strong man's mind compared to that of action.
Thoughts that were of discreet pleasure and immense wonder and worry plagued the mind of the Heir of Isildur. He remembered the lingering touch of Legolas all about him, and the pleasure he took that night. If it meant anything, or if it were to be true, Aragorn did not know. The Elf seemed to avoid him almost, and this unnerved the man. Planning to confront him again, Aragorn sat, lost in thought, fighting a smile off his face as he remembered events from two nights previous. Another image came into his mind, as if flashed to him from an Oracle. Someone crying. Blood. A face screwed up in pain and angst. Sorrow. Death and shadow. A foreboding feeling of loss struck him, as he recollected the main reason why the came to Gondor: the War. Sauron would surely strike any day now. His thoughts flew to battle, war.. combat. Once again, he would wear armor the glinted in the sunlight. Again would he charge head on at an enemy and...
"Aragorn!" cried out a melodic voice, which was that of Merry's. "There's breakfast ready, if you'd like some!" The voice tuned out, and went away, along with the man's train of thought. Pondering whether or not to remain in the courtyard, a sharp decision was made when a deep growl sounded from Aragorn's stomach. Hunger won the argument, and he began to head into the dining hall. As he walked in, someone was walking out. Taking no notice of who it was, nor bothering to greet the one ahead of him, he walked on. However, when he did pass the person, his sight slipped to the side, to get a glimpse of who it was: Torrent. Stormy grey eyes met vivid emerald ones, and the world seemed to freeze all around, taking them with it. In a brief moment, without any words, emotions swept across from one to another. Abandonment. Hate. Resentment. Pride. Malice. Rivalry. Empowerment. The world unfroze, and the two moved again, taking no notice of the mixed hatred between the two. The further they walk, the more that a small emotion grew. Hope.
Whence he came inside, Aragorn found that the hobbits had already began to eat, and were talking amongst themselves. He stared down at his plate and moved around the food on it. Not feeling as if he should eat or not, another growl sounds from his abdomen, and sets his mind straight again. Out of the corner of his eye, the sight of Legolas passes by. The pleasingly beautiful Elf sits across from him, with a dour expression stares at a goblet of wine. Legolas pulls the goblet towards him with both hands and stares into the burgundy liquid. He traces his reflection with his deep blue eyes, and imagines that all his problems could be washed away and held in this goblet. Not wishing to look upon such a piteous face any longer, the Elf kicks back the goblet, and takes a swig of it. From below his bowed head, Aragorn snatches looks at the enticing blonde archer every now and then, hoping to catch him looking back at him. [Quite foolish,] thought he, [Yet, I have no other way to communicate with him.] The Elf stands up and lightly stretches before taking one last swig of the wine and heading off. He swiftly and gracefully walks out of the room, flaxen-golden hair streaming behind him.
Coveting something Aragorn knew quite well would never be his, he followed the archer silently a minute or so after he arose from his seat infront of him. [I shall follow him for a day,] thought Aragorn. [Just to see what he does.] The man's lust after the elf was rather 'ever-changing.' Some days he felt as if the elf belonged to him: body and mind; others, he simply lusted after him wishing he could own the empyrean-like being. Knowing well enough to keep his distance, Aragorn backed-off from Legolas and kept a good amount of space between him. Following an elf is tricky, but Aragorn grew up around elves his whole life: he knew how they operated.
Legolas seemed to wander around aimlessly, as if he wasn't doing anything in paticular. He'd walk through the halls of the building, seemingly alone, humming a light tune, or he'd wander about outside in the courtyard. Aragorn almost lost him once or twice as he ducked behind an alleyway every now and then, but managed to keep up. The game, however, did not last long. Legolas stopped and stood quite still infront of the tree of Gondor around noon-time, turned, and spoke to Aragorn.
"I know you have been following me Aragorn. 'Tis quite amusing to see you think you had me fooled."
"That's not fair. I'm not an elf."
"That's the way it always is though. By the way, Aragorn. Why are you following me?"
A thoughtful look passed by the mans face. Suspicion sparked in the azure eyes of the elf, as he intently watched Aragorn while he tried to make a firm statement. "Out of sheer curiosity, Legolas."
"Then why not follow Torrent."
"And have her kill me? I'd rather have a legion of Orcs coming at me, Legolas. That woman wants to kill me."
Legolas walked forward a few steps, and put his hand on his friends shoulder. Aragorn shuddered slightly. The enticing elf sighed lightly, and stared again into Aragorn's nervous grey eyes. "Does she?" With that, the blonde archer walked off back inside the building, leaving Aragorn to think alone in the court. Passing by Elesen, Legolas recieved a cold look. Ignoring it, he walked on. The elf scaled winding stairs up to a second story filled with rooms, and made his way down the long hall looking for his. One room had it's door slightly ajar, and light seeped out through the hole and spilled onto the strip of red carpet upon a stone floor beneath the elf. From curiosity, he pushed the door open and peered in. He saw a woman with her back facing towards him holding a Black-Eyed Susan standing alone on a sun-soaked terrace. The figure turned and looked at him.
``Hello, Legolas. How are you?``
``H-hello, Torrent. I am quite fine, thanks...``
``Do come in,`` said she, as she sat atop the stone railing on the edge of the terrace, still holding the flower. Legolas walked in a bit hesitantly, and shut the door behind him. Unbeknownst to him, someone had followed up after him when he climbed the stairs. This person now listened at the door. Legolas tried to make his face a bit more flaccid, like hers: carefree. [Is she faking that slight smile just to be polite?] thought he. ``So, how long did you spy on me from my doorway?`` asked she, teasingly, as a smile played at her face.
``I was not there long at all. I merely peered in to see what room this was, for so much sunlight filled it,`` Legolas said 'matter-of-factly' as he walked across the room and stood next to her.
``You seem troubled around me..``
``How could you tell?`` he muttered.
``What?``
``Nothing. Look.. About the other day, I just---`` she placed her hand over his mouth.
``Just do not speak of it. I guess I over reacted... Yet within good reason!``
``Trying to make me feel guilty?``
``Maybe..`` a grin replaced the blank expression on Torrent's face. She twirled the flower between the fore and middle finger of her left hand, and drummed the fingers of her right hand against the railing she sat apon.
``Where did you get that from?``
She looked down at the flower and brought it up to her face. ``Elesen.``
``What? When?``
``After we came back yesterday, I found it on my bed over wonder. I figured it was from him.`` Meanwhile, Elesen had been listening in on their conversation, or at least was trying to, for he knew no elvish. Aragorn had just turned the corner and saw Elesen standing 'suggestively' next to the door.
{Hallway.}
"What are you doing Elesen?" asked the man.
"Shhh!!" was his reply.
"What?" asked Aragorn in a low whisper.
"They're talking.."
"Who?"
"Who do you think: listen!"
{Room.}
``Why did he get you a flower?`` It was the clear voice of Legolas.
``Perhaps, to raise my spirits, Legolas,`` And that was plainly the voice of Torrent.
{Hallway.}
"What are they doing in there, Elesen?" whispered Aragorn.
"I don't know and I wouldn't for I do not speak elvish, sire," Elesen replied curtly.
"Well, they're talking about a flower, and raising spirits."
"Oh... You speak it. Quick, translate it!" Elesen pressed his ear to the door.
"Hey! Move it, Elesen; you're not the one that needs to hear," said Aragorn while trying to move Elesen's erect body away from the door.
"Ow---" The two looked at eachother and made a 'shh' sound.
{Back in the room.}
Torrent grew silent, and her brow furrowed. She leaned over to a nervous Legolas, and spoke so that only he could hear. ``What was that?``
``What w---`` she cut him off by placing her hand over his mouth, and mouthed the word 'quiet.' ``What was what?`` he whispered. On silent feet, the two walked to the door, and listened on the other side. By this time, Merry and Pippin had come up the hallway, and were talking quite loudly. When the noise stopped and seemed right at the door and another 'shh' sound was heard, Torrent grew suspicious.
{Hallway.}
"Quiet you two. We're trying to listen!" whispered Elesen to the two hobbits.
"Who's in there, Elesen?" queired Merry. Pippin nodded eagerly.
"Legolas and Torrent."
"And why are we listening in?" Pippin asked.
"Technically we're not, but Aragorn is. They're using elvish," replied Elesen. Aragorn silenced them and they listened again. Pippin and Merry were quite curious as to why they were doing this, but figured they could get a laugh or two, so they didn't question them any further.
{Room.}
The two walked back to where they were, and Torrent schemed up something. ``I have an idea,`` she whispered. ``Play along.`` A curious, yet interested smile grew on Legolas' face, as he waited for her to begin, so he could follow.
"Legolas, I do not know what you speak of!"
"Come now! Surely you do. You know exactly what I meant," said Legolas, thinking of what to say next.
"Yet, in Gondor? How could you speak of such acts... Think of our mission. Think of what may come!"
"It does not matter. I cannot be held back any longer."
"Ah! Do not advance towards me! Let me go, Legolas Greenleaf," Torrent said in a distressed voice. In truth the two did not even touch--- they merely sat next to one another, staring at the door, wondering what their companions faces looked like. Legolas took Torrent by the hand and briskly walked her to the side of the bed. He threw himself down on it, and signaled her to do the same. The two had to stifle laughs. This was a bit amusing for them. Legolas began to run his hands along the sheets, ruffling them as if they were struggling on them.
"Stop resisting, Torrent!"
"Get off me, Legolas!"
"Let us have some fun, shall we?"
{Hallway.}
"What are the DOING?!" Merry whispered loudly to Pippin.
"What do you think, Merry?" Pippin said with a grin, as he heard what sounded like moans of pleasure from the next room.
"Aragorn... Think we should intervene?"
"No, not just yet."
"But Aragorn! He's---"
"Shhh..."
{Room.}
The two elves turned red from trying not to laugh, for this was quite embarassing to do freely, without any real action. Legolas' eyes were burning with tears from holding back laughter, as he threw himself against the bed again. "You can't escape my grasp, Wind."
"Nay, and why would I want to?" Torrent fake-moaned, and Legolas rustled the bedsheets again. Tempted by the sound, Legolas leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on her warm lips. Not expecting her to respond he began to pull away, when a slight whimper escaped her mouth. Smiling evilly, Legolas repeated the action, but made it a bit deeper.
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to be continued.. er... later. it's tomorrow again. heh. ^_^ ''